It's enough to make you want to take the color out of it and the darker that it gets the more that I want the light to shine to see between the lines.
The shadows speak in sign and they're telling us we're fine as long as our illuminations are behind us now and we want the light to shine to see between the lines.
We are the prisoners of a prism life sentence. We glow in the gutters looking up at the stars like serpents. The glitter is gone. The sparkle fades with every glimpse in the distance. The spectrum will spin and spend the night spreading the white like violence.
We want the light to shine because everyone is blinded by the light that shines down in their eyes.